You took your life too soon
So many things left unsaid...
Scattered and broken left behind
Little by little going out of my mind...
I need to dig deep /
My Conscious won't speak...
Nothing about me
is worth the hurt...
The eerie silence is an echoless sound
Miserably beating & starting to pound...
Although we did not
See each other...
We are born of emotions, we who have nothing to...
A mirror reflecting our insecurities...
Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...
Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...
These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...
Suicide is never
Understood but...
Ifeoma's child is dead and her crying gong speaks...
She has welcomed few treasures into her basket yet...